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Chapter 59 - 51 Laura’s Obsession, How Desperate Are You?

Chapter 59: Chapter 51 Laura’s Obsession, How Desperate Are You?

Brian had not expected this.

The deceased turned out to be Laura, the vet who had deceived him before!

Laura had died here.

What about his dog?!

Laura’s death did not matter to him.

But he couldn’t bear anything happening to his dog, Shi San!

That dog he saved with tireless efforts thirteen times!

Where was the dog?!

"This is a Labrador Retriever, looks so young and spirited."

Susan wasn’t interested in the woman on the surveillance monitor but was intrigued by the dog following her, always on high alert looking around.

She pointed at the dog and said to Brian, "Have you noticed that this dog keeps waryly watching its surroundings?"

After observing for a while, Brian nodded in agreement,

"Yes, they might have gone through something before, which kept the dog’s spirit tightly wound.

But the woman seems to be mentally stable.

She does not show any signs of panic on her face."

He did not mention that he knew the deceased.

It was hard to explain.

Brian hoped that in Susan’s eyes, he was a pure, white moonlight or fresh cucumber, not a weathered old eggplant.

Susan was drawn by Brian’s comments.

She shifted her attention to the woman.

The next moment,

Susan’s expression gradually turned solemn as she began to repeatedly watch the surveillance footage of the woman entering the motel.

After several minutes,

Susan finally affirmed, "Brian, something’s off, this woman’s identity might be extraordinary!"

Confused, Brian said, "Sorry, apart from noticing her good figure, I didn’t see anything unusual."

"Pay attention to the distance of her stride and the amplitude and angle of her hands swinging," Susan reminded him.

Following Susan’s words, Brian took another look.

This time, he indeed noticed something amiss.

In the surveillance, although Laura appeared to walk with a light gait, she actually propelled herself forward on the tips of her toes, and each step was nearly identical in distance, as if she could explode into action at any moment with the sharp heels of her shoes delivering maximum damage. Meanwhile, her hands, seemingly languid, were always ready to reach into her coat pocket.

"A killer?"

"An agent?"

Susan shrugged,

"An agent, and a federal field agent at that!

Only constant training and life-and-death experiences would instill such a habit of being ready to unleash full combat power at any moment.

I’m familiar with that sort of demeanor.

She must be from either the CIA or the FBI.

Those people are crazy."

Brian: ...

So, he was made a fool by a female agent?

Besides the surveillance at the entrance.

To Susan and Brian’s surprise, there was also a camera at the stairway entrance.

However, the camera was inconspicuous, resembling a decoration.

The wall beneath it, in matching font, bore a small, inconspicuous sign: "This area is under surveillance..."

One could only say,

The motel owner was quite cunning.

Whatever his reasons for doing so,

At least it facilitated Brian and Susan.

The motel was small, with rooms arranged along corridors flanking the stairways.

Each side had only five to six rooms.

The camera at the stairwell provided a clear view of the elevator exit, stairway corner, and the coming and going of guests in each room.

After switching the surveillance feed,

Brian and Susan realized that the suitcase Laura pushed must have been very heavy; she struggled to lift it slightly when exiting the elevator.

The problem was,

The suitcase they brought down wasn’t heavy at all!

"Let’s keep watching."

Susan stopped Brian from going to check the suitcase.

Brian nodded.

According to the surveillance.

Laura entered the room with her puppy, heavily shut the door behind her, and never came out again.

During that time, no one else entered the room!

Not until the next morning.

The shopkeeper came up to knock on the door, but found it unlocked. He called out twice, got no response, pushed the door open, and seconds later, as if he had seen something horrifying, he scrambled out, rushing downstairs to grab his shotgun...

A new doubt surfaced here.

The victim, Laura, clearly shut the door before entering.

Both the shopkeeper’s testimony and surveillance confirmed the door was open at that time.

Was the door opened by the murderer?

Another odd point!

The victim Laura’s room was on the third floor.

About ten meters above the ground.

There was no supporting tree or any other cover outside.

The room window was also very small.

It only allowed a child aged around six or seven to pass through.

The surveillance showed no one entered or exited Laura’s room from beginning to end.

Could the murderer possibly be some dwarf Spiderman, who climbed directly up the exterior wall to the small window, then sneaked into the room to commit the crime?

...

"This case, how did it become a locked room mystery..."

Susan rubbed her temples painfully, "And that puppy, it wasn’t seen leaving on the camera, nor was it seen in the room, it’s just unfortunate that the corridor surveillance doesn’t cover the door lock of Room 304, otherwise, we could know roughly when the door was opened from inside..."

Brian felt even more troubled.

He had olfactory enhancement and could confirm that the only fresh scents in the room were from the victim Laura, the puppy Shi San, and the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper’s involvement was almost eliminated based on the third floor’s surveillance.

So how did the murderer commit the crime without leaving any scent?

Mutant?

Other than that possibility.

Brian couldn’t think of any other criminal who could achieve such a bizarre extent!

...

Don’t overthink it if it doesn’t make sense.

Seeing Susan pulling her hair because her brain’s CPU was overloaded.

Brian quickly changed the subject, "Leader, take a look at the suitcase, there might be additional findings."

Susan tiredly dropped her hair and lit a cigarette, "Check it yourself!"

She suddenly remembered her father’s assessment of her: "Susan, my daughter, if you face difficulties, follow your instincts, don’t try to think, because I’m worried you might laugh the dilemma to death..."

All because during her development period, nutrition had gone to the wrong places, not only was it burdensome, but it also made her not smart enough!

Brian glanced at Susan, who was unexplainably sulked, dared not to retort, put on his gloves, leaning on his cane, pathetically adopted a one-legged stance, bent down, placed the suitcase on the ground, and tore open the zipper.

As soon as the zipper was opened.

A rancid smell assaulted his nostrils.

Brian’s expression changed slightly.

This was a unique smell emitted by decomposing internal organs!

He immediately called to Susan, "Leader, come give me a hand!"

Hearing the call for help.

Susan inhaled half a cigarette in one breath, crushed the butt, put on gloves, and came over to help Brian completely unzip one side of the suitcase.

A sight of blood and gore met their eyes!

A pile of hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, kidneys, large and small intestines, and somewhat liquefied brain matter intermixed, giving off a disgustingly nauseating odor...

...

"Ugh~"

Susan, although not a stranger to killing, had never encountered such a scene before and immediately retched on the side.

Brian, however, looked oddly.

His palm passed over the top of the brain matter.

A red Obsession Little Ball rushed into his eyes, turning into a thread of obsession information: What a pity, can’t play again with that kind-hearted, handsome guy called Brian...

Brian: ...

Confirmed.

The victim was indeed Laura!

Silently, Brian got up with the support of his cane, went to the window, and somewhat wistfully lit a cigarette.

He really wanted to ask Laura, "You’re dead this tragically, not thinking about revenge but rather playing with me, how desperate are you??"

...

Susan almost vomited for nearly a minute before she recovered from that special rotten smell.

She glanced embarrassingly at Brian, seeing him leaning against the window smoking, thinking he did it to spare her embarrassment, her appreciation grew.

What a considerate and capable subordinate!

Susan wiped her mouth, "I feel this case is tough, and the victim’s identity isn’t simple, should I ask headquarters to send someone?"

Brian shook his head, "No need, I have a way to solve this case."

The murderer’s methods were indeed eerie.

But he still left a fatal flaw!